Megatron's twin

40:Sword on Drugs

Since Mr Hot hadn't returned for a while I decided to head off to the Autobots. Maybe apologize to Bulk while I was at it.

I think I was about half way there. I was a fast flier, I still need to have that race with Op. From the distance I could see their base, I decided to fly straight to it this time.

I landed with no trouble and spotted Wheeljack tinkering on a large ship.

"Hey!" I waved.

He glanced up and smiled in greeting before getting back to work. Ok, so he was busy.

I went to enter the base but was blocked by a large figure.

It was Magnus. "What would you be doing here?" He asked raising an optic ridge.

"Visiting?" I shrugged and walked past him, he seemed it best just to let me be.

No one was in the hanger, so far I could see, so I looked around.

"Don't worry Bulk..." I heard a young female voice off to the side, Miko. "We'll get that sniper to wish he was never born!"

I glanced over and spotted them, Bulk was laying in a berth, looking better than the last time I saw him.

"Hello." I greeted, "rough day?" I asked as I sat on the end of the berth, not taking up much room.

"Quill? When-" Bulkhead began.

"Just now." I interrupted, "I came to apologize."

"For what?" Miko tuned in.

"Shooting him," I said. "So Bulk, I'm sorry." I grinned, I'm such a nice bot.

"That was you?" He exclaimed.

"Yep, sorry. it was either you or Arcee and you could take the hit better." I explained.

"I didn't know you could aim." He muttered.

I scoffed, then Ratchet came it.

"What are you doing here?" He cursed as he spotted me.

"Apologizing." I said again.

"For?"

"Shooting Bulk." Miko added venomously.

"Huh?" Optimus rounded the corner and blinked at the sight of me.

"I came to apologize for shooting Bulk." I explained to Optimus.

Miko crossed her arms.

"Hey, I already got karma, Miko." I said, turning to her.

"Oh really?" She pouted.

"Yea, Starscream shot me down a gouge and I had some memory loss." I crossed my arms, I had made my point.

"Are you alright?" Optimus asked, oh look, someone CARES.

"Yep."

"Good, now leave. I need to repair your work." Ratch seethed.

I left their medbay and looked around for something to occupy myself with.

I sword caught my optic, I snatched it up and it gave a small glow. A glowing sword! I swung it.

I did not expect a blue shot to bounce off it.

Ratchet and Optimus run over to investigate the explosion. "It was a accident!" I said, looking at the hole in the wall. Some Military humans were looking in.

Ratchet glared at the sword in my servos, "what? How?"

"I swung the sword." I explained though I thought it to be pretty obvious.

"You're a Prime?" Optimus asked, utterly confused. Where did he get that from?

"No, why?" I asked.

"That is the Star Saber." Ratchet said.

Oh, well shit.

"Well, these creepy as bots once did some kind of ritual on me, maybe that's it." I shrugged, Ratchet seemed to be deep in thought.

"No, I think the dark energon, from Megatron's sword, may have contaminated it." Ratchet put his thoughts forward.

"It's malfunctioning?" Op asked.

"I can fix it." Ratch said.

"So basically, the sword is high." I said in simpler terms.

They both shrugged.

Ratchet took the sword from my servos and swung it, nothing happened. "Odd."

"Maybe it just likes me." I smirked.

"Or he is a prime." Optimus suggested.

Ratchet rolled his optics, "Open your chassis, a primes spark is bigger and brighter." That's a rather private thing to do, but hey! Okay!

I opened my chassis to reveal a regular spark, dimmer than most due to my condition. While I did so Optimus' chassis opened slightly but shut almost instantly. Does he want to bond or something?

"Nope." Ratchet said and handed me the sword.

"So it likes me?" I asked.

"Swing it again." Ratch instructed.

I did so, Optimus barely managed to avoid the blast.

"Maybe you're a Anti Prime?" Ratchet quickly snatched the sword back.

"How come I'm attracted to him then?" I asked then mentally face palmed.

Optimus barely managed to hide his blush.

Ratchet made a pained expression, "the primes have a bad sense of humour." He muttered.

"Why?" I asked.

"You'll find out, someday." He grumbled and slouched of.

Are we destined to be spark mates of something? Do the primes want that?

I turned to Optimus and wiggled my optic ridges to tease him.

He looked at me blankly. "Hopefully, Ratchet can fix it."

"If not, Maybe you can try out Meg's." I suggested.

He shook his helm before a confused expression came across his faceplate. "What I don't understand is-"

"Lets just say the sword likes me." There's to much thinking otherwise.

He nodded reluctantly.

"We need to have that race." I stated.

He seemed to have needed to recall the memory before he responded. "Perhaps another time."

"Cold peds?" I teased.

"Of winning?" He asked.

"Like that would happen." I mumbled and glared at his plating. "Okay, you definitely use a buffer."

"Pardon?"

"A buffer, your plating. I asked the predacon if he uses a buffer, he said no."

He blinked, "I do not use one."

I looked at my plating, "why does my plating have to be so dull."

We both looked at my grey plating. Wow that looks so good!

"Maybe a polish?" He suggested.

"Wow, shiny grey would be so exiting." I said sarcastically and looked out of the base through the hole I had blasted in the wall.

"Sorry about that." I said as I noticed it getting darker. "I should probably get back, or Megs will throw a fit."

Optimus nodded, "best not to anger him."

"Well after today... He might want to throw me in the cells."

"Why?"

"Ah, I'm not going to go into the details." I said as I stepped through the hole. "Bye." I waved before I flew off.

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